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Brown Eyed Girl	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1416 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I own nothing, unfortunately. It all belongs to J.K.

Brown Eyed Girl

Chapter 2

The older witch dropped her hand and stared at Severus tight lipped, her eyes narrowed almost to slits.

�Severus Snape. What on earth do you think you are playing at?� She demanded.
Severus did not hear her; he had recognised those deep, velvet brown eyes. Then when she spoke, her voice, the seductive voice of the sexiest angel in creation. He rose to his feet, stalking past Minerva and pushing his way carelessly through the dancing crowd, desperately trying to keep her in view as he followed her from the room, down the hall and into the kitchen.
For a moment, he lost sight of her and panicked, and then he saw her again, removing a cloak from the back of a chair and placing it on her shoulders.

Well if she planned to leave, she had to come past him to get out.
He stood in the doorway, smirking as he watched her make her way effortlessly through the throng of people gathered in the kitchen. No one even seemed to notice her. However, Severus kept his gaze locked on her as she made her way forward and approached the door.
�Excuse me please, I�d like to get past.� She said huskily, not bothering to look up at the person she was addressing.
�Would you indeed. And just where are you planning on going?� He asked, his voice deep and soft, almost a purr.
She looked up startled and blushed furiously when she realised who was in front of her.
�Oh. Professor Snape. Can �can I pass please, I�m leaving now.�

�No.� He said simply.
�P �pardon?� She asked, surprised.
�I said no Sandra, you may not pass. I have searched for you since that day. Did you know that?�

�Wh �what? No, I didn�t. Minerva said �but when you saw me in there you �well you did not look too pleased to see me. I am sorry I interrupted your evening Professor. Goodnight.� She said, trying to push past him.
Severus leaned down to meet her eyes. �Trust me when I tell you I am very pleased to see you Sandra. Did I not just say I have been searching for you. The glare I gave was not meant for you, I was taken by surprise. Now I have you I do not intend to let you out of my sight again.
Sandra stared at him with wonder in her eyes. He surely wasn�t serious. Was he? If only he was. She�d admired Severus Snape for several years. He�d been her potions Master when she attended Hogwarts, but he�d never noticed her. She was a Hufflepuff, no one ever noticed Hufflepuffs. She joined the Order two years after leaving school, wanting time to take her Masters degree in potions and Transfigurations.

Her marks were exceptionally high, more so than Hermione Grangers. But it was never noted by any of the teachers, she was not famous, nor was she acquainted with any of the golden trio. Sandra was in her seventh year when Harry Potter opened the Chamber of Secrets. Her scores in potions, charms and transfigurations were always in the high nineties and she was determined to become a master potions maker herself. She�d been enamoured by the art since her first year when Professor Snape made his speech about bewitching the mind and ensnaring the senses.

Now she was second in command in the potions lab at the ministry of Magic, a position she�d worked hard for and earned. When Master

When she joined the Order, she was given low-level assignments, nothing important. In fact sometimes, she wasn�t given assignments at all, mainly because no one ever noticed her. But whatever she was assigned, she carried out her orders with precision, always returning with the desired results and standing at the back of the kitchen, listening, watching. Especially watching, watching one Potions Master to be precise. During that time she also attended university part time, aiming for her masters in charms, which of course she achieved. The sorting hat debated long and hard before placing her in Hufflepuff. Apparently it was undecided between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Then it seemed to think she would do well in Griffindor. It took Sandra a while to figure out why she was eventually chosen for Hufflepuff. The fact she could blend in anywhere, unnoticed, hearing things she was not meant to hear, seeing things others would not notice. This was a little known trait of Hufflepuffs. They were not, as everyone thought, simply loyal, faithful and friendly muggle-borns. Hufflepuffs were a mix of all the house traits. Cunning, intelligent, brave and loyal, along with certain abilities the other three houses did not possess. It was one of those traits, that of extreme observance, that allowed Sandra to notice the Potion Masters predicament when he cast the killing curse on Voldemort. Another trait, that of not being noticed, was what allowed her to get close enough to Voldemort�s throne and empty a small phial of power dampening potion at his feet. The Dark Lord did not even feel the warm liquid under his feet, rapidly seeping through his skin and temporally disabling his ability to perform magic. It was a potion of her own devising, one she�d worked on secretly for three years in the hopes it would be of help to the side of light. In the end it had, even if she had to be the one to use it.
�Why?� She asked him.
�Why what?�

�Why were you looking for me?�
Severus took her arm and led her from the kitchen, down the passage and into a small sitting room. He closed and warded the door, then led her to a small sofa, sitting her down and taking the chair facing her.
�Because you cared.� Severus answered the question she�d asked of him in the kitchen. �Because you were the only one to notice me, the only one who cared enough. Because when I looked into your eyes that day, felt your hand on my arm, though only for a moment, I was lost. I did not realise it immediately, but your eyes, your face, your touch, Sandra your voice, they haunted me. They still haunt me. I do not know how Minerva found you, but now you are mine and I refuse to let you go.�
Sandra lowered her eyes, not wanting him to see the fear in them. Was he mocking her? She could not bear it if he was. Her vision blurred at the thought that this was all some horrible mistake, the Minerva was tricking her and it was all a malicious joke at her expense.
�Let me show you something.� he said, pulling something from the inside pocket of his jacket. �Do you see this, for weeks I have been like a mad man, showing this to all who would look, trying to find you. You invade my dreams Sandra, at night and in daylight. This image of you has not left my sight since I received it. Before that I was as one demented, seeking you out at every function held. Somehow, Minerva has found you and brought you to me, and with me you will stay. Tell me you will not disappear again. Allow me to be with you for all time, for without you I am but a shell of a man Sandra. I do not even know your last name.�
�Parvus. My last name is Parvus. It means small.�
�Then we shall have to change it. You are more than that Sandra. You have a big heart, you are compassionate, and your eyes radiate a soul that deserves to be loved. I believe you have much love to give Sandra, I want to be the one you give your love to. If you give me that love, it will be returned a thousand fold.�
Sandra stared at him open mouthed, hardly able to comprehend what he was telling her. Then she found the nerve to say what was in her heart. �Sir, I cannot give you what you already have. You have had my love since I was in my sixth year. Though I never thought to have it returned.� She admitted honestly. There was something about his eyes, the dark , black, endless pools, and his whole demeanour that prevented her from hiding the truth from him.
Suddenly she was pulled from her seat, held close against his chest and felt the dizzy, tightening whorl of side-along apparition.
The cool air hit as she opened her eyes to the gates of Hogwarts.
�What �why are we here?� She stammered.
�Because my love, until I can arrange for our hand fasting, which will be very soon I assure you, you will be residing with me. Once we are married, I shall procure a home for us and we shall live out our years together. But until then.� He purred, taking her hand and leading her across the grounds and into the castle. �Until then you are mine and mine alone.� He breathed, leading her down the dungeons corridor and into his private quarters.

�No other shall feast their eyes upon you until you are Mrs Snape. I have tendered my resignation today and have an agent already searching for a new home for me. Now it shall be for us.�
�Sir I ca ��

�Severus.�

�What?�

�My name is Severus. Say it Sandra, say my name.�

�Severus.� She intoned.
His eyes rolled back in his head. �God�s your voice is so sensuous. You make my name sound like a caress.� He told her.
Sandra could not prevent the snort that escaped her lips at his comment.
�You find my remark amusing?� He asked, slightly affronted.
�No I do not. I just never thought of my voice that way, that and the fact that the comment came from a man with a voice that could melt chocolate.� Sandra said, smiling.
He swallowed hard, the images she conjured in his mind of what he would like to do to her body with melted chocolate almost too much for him. His life�s blood was swiftly leaving his brain and pooling in his loins, making his trousers painfully tight and he lowered his hands down her sides, then her hips and pressed her closer to him. �Feel what you are doing to me Sandra. Already I am lost to you.�
Sandra tried to pull back a little. She could feel him alright, the evidence of his arousal was pressed against her core, hot, hard and pulsing. �No.� She gasped. �Let me go Severus. It is too soon, I am not ready for that yet.�
�I will make you ready.� He breathed, trying to kiss her neck. He could smell her arousal, she was ready as far as he was concerned.
�I said no and I meant it. Severus I will not just fall into your bed because you are feeling randy. You do not know me, you know nothing about me. All you know is that I spoke to you briefly that day of the battle, nothing more. Yes I have feelings for you, I have had them for a long time, but I am not a woman to open her legs just because a wizard is feeling randy.
His jaw dropped in shock. Had she just refused his attentions? No witch ever refused his attentions. He was Severus Snape, hero of the wizarding world. His prowess as a lover was renowned. Yet this slip of a girl was refusing him, telling him no.

�Sandra you are confused. You have admitted you have feelings for me, I want you, need you, let me show you how much I want you Sandra. Later we can take the time to get to know each other. For now I want to learn your body, inside as well as out. It was more than words you gave me that day and you know it.� His lips brushed hers, his eyes burning with desire stared into hers, glittering intensely, reflecting the heat of his longing for her.
�The answer is still no Severus.� She told him. Sandra was panting now, almost lost to her own desire to just give in and let him take her. But no, she would not do this. She had dreamt of this moment for so long, to let it just happen without him even knowing or caring who she really was as a person would not be right. She wanted to be loved, to be more than a nonentity. Sandra wanted Severus to know the whole of her, she wanted to know the whole of him, before anything physical happened between them. She was brought up to respect her self, respect her body and mind, and demand that same respect of any that came into contact with her, just as she proffered that respect to others. She did not intend to be another of his many conquests, no matter how much she wanted to give in to him. �I have to go.� She told him breathless, yet determinedly. �If you decide you want to get to know me, I work at the Ministry. You will find me if you care to.� So said, she pulled herself gently but firmly from his grasp and walked to the door. Her hand on the knob she turned to face him once again, stifling a chuckle at the amazed expression on his face. �Goodnight Severus, I hope you will come looking for me. I would cherish the opportunity to get to know you better.� She closed the door behind her and hurried to the exit, slipping out unnoticed and apparating from the gates to her flat in Diagon Alley, hoping and praying to every divine being that he would be looking for her come Monday.
Severus was stunned. He stared at the door for what seemed an eternity, but was in fact only seconds, before snapping out of his daze and wrenching the door open. He ran down the corridor to the main hall, but she was gone. He knew it was pointless chasing after her, that she had left, but he had to be certain. �The Ministry. She said she works at the Ministry. Where in the Ministry? Why did she not give me her address?� �Hells bells and buckets of blood.� He growled. �What position does she hold at the ministry? Librarian, secretary, assistant to some low level upstart in an obscure department somewhere?� She was a Hufflepuff, which in Severus� mind meant she would not be too important in the workplace. She was important to him however. More important than anything else in his life. Come Monday he would go to the Ministry and demand she be brought to him from whatever dank, gloomy little cubby-hole she occupied there and he would take her out for a meal, they would talk. She would tell him everything about herself and if she did not, he would perform Legillimens and discover for himself. Yes, that was what he would do. Even though he doubted they would have much in common with each other, he did not care. He knew he wanted her, for all time. She was the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.
He barged through his rooms and practically tore his clothes from his tall, lean, muscular body, dropping them on the floor as he went, for once uncaring of the crumpled heaps he left in his wake. He was still annoyed that she had refused him a night of unbridled passion. How the hell had she got away from him? Looking down at his boxers he realised they were still seriously tented. He growled, low and deep in his throat. �I will find you Sandra Parvus. I will find you and make you mine. This I vow.� He said, and a swirl of magical energy surrounded him for a moment, sealing his oath.

�In the meantime my friend.� He said to the bulge in his pants. �It is you, me, and this.� He continued, placing a long fingered hand over his pulsing member.
Lying on his bed, his eyes closed, he pictured her face. Her eyes like a warm, velvet cape, smothering him, invading his every sense as he stroked himself, imagining her hand replacing his to wrap around his cock, sliding along its length. Her voice, husky, soft, crooning as he slid inside her depths, crying for him to go deeper, harder, faster. His hand worked faster as he imagined pumping into her, driving her across his mattress while she begged him for more, more, more. Severus could almost feel her sheathed round him, her fingers clawing at him desperately, pleading for him to give her the release she craved, the she stiffened and trembled beneath him, singing his name to the heavens as the floodgates opened and she exploded. He yelled her name. �Sandra.� He cried as his hand tightened round his cock, his balls hardened and knotted almost painfully as he came, and came and came. �Sandra.� He whispered. �I will have you, you are mine, and mine alone.� Severus lay on top of the covers, shaken and exhausted by the strength of his orgasm. �Merlin, if this is what it is like at the mere thought of her, what will the real thing be like?�

Severus fell into a deep, sated sleep, too tired to even climb under the covers, and slept better than he had slept in weeks.
The next morning though he woke with a frown. Remembering how she had escaped him, turned down his advances and told him she would not submit to his demands so easily. �Dear Gods she wants me to court her. Woo her. I am Severus Snape, I do not woo witches. Dammit she already admitted she had feelings for him, what the hell was she playing at? He knew all he needed to know. He wanted her, she wanted him. What else was there?� Well he would play her little game, for a while. As soon as he got her back here though, he would soon show her who was in charge of this relationship. Once he was inside her she would submit to his wishes, his demands. Soon they would be married and he would have her by his side constantly.

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